futsal and cjs memeories

i was never an athlete. never really like sports thus my size. but thats not the story for todays entry. there was a interfloor futsal competition in KTDI. though many people (my floormates especially) thinks that maybe i dont wanna play coz i dont know... i do know how to play a bit futsal. an thats thanks to Mira, Wawa, Mia, Nora (along), well should i list the whole class names? i do think there's a need. well, played as keeper most of the time. still its not the story i want to tell. the story is about the futsal tournament in TIGS when i was in Upper 6. supposedly we shouldnt have played as it was like 1 month and 1/2 away from STPM.. but still i think we needed.



a lot happened very fast during this time. we practiced everyday after school ( ya.. ya.. i know its only interclass comp but the 'semangat' of USA1 to enter it was mindblowing) we made the first two rounds before entering the finals. we went through the whole school. some teachers didnt agree with our 'semangat' coz we're supposed to be studying for STPM, our last chance/ shot to the Uni. but a few of them it actually might help us.. the main supporter of our team ( team CJS) was none other, En. Lutfi. sometimes we call him papa or bapak. ( i know2 it sounds childish for form six students but who cares....) he was the teacher in charge of our class.

during these time the unexpected thing happend. En. Lutfi was promoted as a penolong kanan HEM in HS ( how we cursed HS then) HS, is for High School (its an all boy school). how sad we all were. girls will be girls.. we cried a lot. and we saw a grown up man, a male teacher cried for the love for his students. words cant describe how he entered our class with such sorrow on his face.

i still remember the day clearly. it was supposed to be a history class. he enterd almost 15 minutes late ( something that he dont usually do) his face was unreadable. he looked angry. he stand in front of us quietly and all of us was very quiet. (we were making lots of noise before that). he look at everyone of us. he look around. and look at each one of us (there were 16 students in the class). he said he has something he needs to tell all of us. we were at the edge of our seat. his eyes were brimming with tears by then. and he said that he's leaving us. we were shouting 'no' that exam were so near and to make it short it was a very wattery event. had he been a female teacher, we would hug him to death. so we hug each other instead. and he was gone 2 days later. i know what the drama when he's only transferring to a school 2 km away from us. but still we felt the lost. before he went we held a small goodbye party. we gave him our class picture and that was it.


in the end the final was between USA1 and USA2.. hhahhaahah the two 'big sister' of the school. we almost give up because the one who give us the boost of confidence was gone and we felt empty. we begged him to come for the finals. but he couldnt make it because he had some work to be done in KL. but he called. e talked to each of us. and somehow we felt that we HAVE to win for his and our sake. so we played. i mean really played. Najwa hurt her foot. and everyone played the 100%. in the end we won 1-0. and it was the sweetest winning for us. we called him and showed our trophies (3G lar).


i guess thats all.. i know to some people, they dont understand the need for this post... but i just feel i need to honour this memory tonite.

In memory,….

6 Atas Sastera 1/ 6 Upper Six Arts 1 ( USA1)

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